Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Kissing cars

Little Elvis did not nap on Monday. It was not a fun day. But he was a really good boy Tuesday afternoon and evening. He's also been a really good boy today. So, I will take it.

He's chattering a lot more, although I often have no idea what he's saying. I try just nodding and saying, "Yes."

Little Elvis is catching on, and that will not work anymore. I'm frustrating him with my confusion, but I'm sure I will eventually figure out what he's trying to tell me about his cars and trucks.

Speaking of his cars, he's starting to role-play and use his imagination with them. For a while now, he has fed them, given them something to drink, pumped gas for them, kissed them, hugged them.

Yesterday, while I was cooking, he put three cars on the counter beside me. His newer stuffed Lightning, a monster truck, and little blue 4X4 pick up truck.

He was chattering away while I tried to make the best of a homemade pie crust (um, the best wasn't very good. It's crunchy like pretzels. Oh well.)He kept saying, "Daddy, Mama, Little Elvis," and I looked up. He was calling the biggest car, "Daddy." The medium-sized car, "Mama." And the smallest car, "Little Elvis."

8 Comments:

How sweet! I so love this age! And I have trouble understanding Esme still, though it's getting better. Fortunately she doesn't get too frustrated by my lack of understanding. I try having her show me what she means, and sometimes she does...

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Hi! I'm currently a stay-at-home mom to Little Elvis*(5 years old) and Baby Plum* (2.5 years old) and Cheese Puff* (newborn). They keep me very busy. Thanks for visiting!
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